Don't wake me up
In the middle of the night
When the children shiver, cold
When the children see the sight
Of a figure lurking tall
and they're overcome with fright

Don't make a sound
Things that might astound
The mind in very times
We are often in need,
Who knows what they'd say?
Who knows what I've found?

Wake me in the night
when your eyes are filled with light
And I can't bare the sight
It's terrible in a slight.
Wake me in the night when I'm overcome with delight.

Don't take a look
from your closet, from your book
When you're sleeping, when you're up
Who knows what could be took?
Who's to say there's some kind of dream
That I have ever shook?